Hello my lovelys,

This is my first attempt at writing for this fandom, but I have watched CAoS almost the minute it came on Netflix and, while I hated Sabrina with a passion, I fell in love with Zelda and Mary respectively and as a couple.

Now, that I finally had the time on my hands, I wrote down this piece that had been haunting me for a log while now. I'd appreciate your thoughts and opinions, so leave me a review if you like :)

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This is set somewhere after the exorcism, but before the Christmas episode, even though I took the liberty of Ambrose not being at home, so there's rather small timeline this could actually be set in.

Also, in my headcanon, Mary never told Hilda and Zelda the crap about being excommunicated and her promise to Edward. I am a firm believer in the fact, that the woman had told them the truth about who she really is.

Now, enjoy :)

Chapter I - Hilda

The house is empty and quiet, just like she knew it would be. Letting herself in through the back door, she takes a look around the parlor, locating the small bar in the corner. With a smile, and a delicate flick of her wrist, she procures two crystal glasses and the expensive bottle of amber liquid she'd brought over at her last dinner visit Sabrina had set up five days ago.

It's Zelda's favorite choice of drink and, when Hilda had pointed out that fact with a smile and an unknowing air to her voice, Lilith has simply claimed it a fortunate coincidence. There's no way she'd tell anyone, that she had gone out to deliberately buy that particular brand of whiskey to make her girlfriend happy. Especially, since said girlfriend has no intention of (at least just yet) telling her family, that what had started off as a quick, one-time, encounter to finally get rid off the building tension, had morphed itself into an actual relationship.

They both vehemently deny, that it is anything of the sorts, but recently they had spent more time in bed together sleeping and holding each other, than having sex. They still did that frequently enough, and it was still just as intoxicating as the first, or second - or fifth - time, but simply spending time with each other had, unconsciously, become just as important.

But that was not the reason for her visit today. No, today is all about ripping a perfect dress off of a certain perfect red-headed witch and having her way with her for as long as they could find the time alone.

They hadn't seen each other for days. Mary had been busy grading student papers, which had Lilith pretty annoyed, but that's what she gets for possessing a school teacher. Zelda had been busy staying exactly where she normally would be to avoid her niece, who had caught onto the fact that she'd been spending a lot of time outside the house. It's unusual enough, that the girl started asking questions. Luckily, as of now, they hadn't included her civics teacher yet.

Lilith pours two glasses, by hand, because the loves the feel of the drink chilling her fingers where she has them wrapped around the glass and leans back into the comfortable, spacious couch with a clear view of the parlor doors. The top button on her dress (one she had only recently discovered in the very far back of Mary Wardwell's closet) might have accidentally come undone, displaying a great amount of cleavage due to the otherwise tight fit and the zipper holding it closed in the back. She'd questioned the existence of the two decorative buttons for quite a moment, before she'd realized they were not only decoration and suddenly she's had her new favorite dress – she'd found Zelda to be incredibly fond of it, too.

Lilith wraps her sinfully red painted lips in a smile around the rim of her glass when she hears the front door open and shut behind someone – presumably Zelda, since she's the reason Lilith is waiting in a house that's not her own.

Crossing her legs one over the other at the knee, the short dress riding up in a position that, anywhere else, would have been incredibly inappropriate. She offhandedly flicks her wrist to the end table she'd placed the second glass on. "Sweetheart, I..." and stops abruptly from her intention to magic the drink right into her girlfriend's hand. "You're definitely the wrong sister" Lilith says,nonchalantly, seemingly unaffected by the scene, judging by her voice. The fact, that she uncrosses her legs to let the dress fall back to a more appropriate length and that she tries (and fails) to discreetly button up her dress again, betrays her though.

"And you definitely weren't here when I left" Hilda eyes the demoness suspiciously. She's used to Mary's – Lilith's – presence in the Spellman residence, but usually either she or any other family member is at home. And, more importantly, someone had opened the door for her on those occasions. "How did you get in here?"

She's talking to the future queen of hell, mother of all demons, if she wanted to get in somewhere, there's probably not much that can actually stop her. But, as far as Hilda knows, the house is protected against exactly that kind of magic intrusion, and not even the most powerful of demons should have been able to simply magic herself inside the protective barrier. Unless she wasn't really here at all. Hilda's gaze flicks to the window, searching for the birds as a clear sign of astral projection, but when she finds none, her eyes fix back onto their visitor.

The woman in question raises her shoulders in a slight shrug and dismissively waves her hands in the general direction of the kitchen. "The door" She holds up a key between two perfectly manicured fingers. Hilda squints her eyes at the object, clearly identifying it as one key she's never seen before. It's neither one of the four that are used by her family, nor the one they had stored outside, in case Sabrina forgot hers once again. So, that leaves only really one option. And then, just before she's about to confront the other witch about stealing and copying keys to houses she doesn't belong in, her mind flickers back to the moment of her arrival.

"Wait, did you call me sweetheart just then?" A raised eyebrow. "And were you waiting for my sister? " The second eyebrow shoots up, too, pinning the brunette with an intense stare. She bites her lip to hide her smile, when she sees Lilith actually blush. It's only faint and it vanishes almost as soon as it appears, but Hilda's immensely proud of herself for making the usually more than composed demon queen flustered.

"Don't be silly" Lilith sets the glass of whiskey forgotten in her hand onto the table. She leans forward, rights the skirt of her dress and pushes herself off the couch. "Now why would I do such a thing?" She poses as at a question, not really expecting an answer. "I was looking for Sabrina." She smooths her hands over her dress, flicking luxurious dark hair over her shoulder. She's preparing to leave, this has been exactly what neither Zelda nor her wanted to happen. For anyone to find out. "She gave me her..."

"I'm so sorry I'm late darling, but... Hilda, what are you doing here?" They hadn't heard the front door open, hadn't heard Zelda make her way towards the parlor. Zelda looks like a deer caught in the headlights, while Hilda's eyebrows rise even further at the endearment and Lilith sinks back onto the couch with a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes.

"I live here" She thinks about leaving it at that, way more interested in hearing the story of what is actually going on here – though she does have a pretty good idea – but she goes on still. "I forgot something, came back to find Lilith lounging in the parlor. Been greeted with sweetheart. " Her gaze flickers from the brunette behind her, to the red-head in front of her and back for a moment. "Why isn't one of you going to tell me what's going on here?"

Hilda watches the two women share a look, Zelda obviously uncomfortable with the situation, while Lilith is back to her usual confidence. Then the brunette pushes herself off the couch once again, grabbing the the untouched glass of whiskey from beside her and makes her way over to the door. She presses the drink into her girlfriend's hand, who gladly accepts it, and pulls Zelda gently back over to the sofa she'd just vacated. They sit down together, Zelda taking a sip from her glass, to wrap her mind around the fact that she would have no other choice but to tell her sister she's sleeping with the woman she's sworn to Satan she can't stand.

"You know, I was just telling you sister, I came to see your niece" Zelda knows, this is her fault. She should have checked the house for any signs of someone being home other than Lilith before blurting out pet names throughout the front hall. But she had been so glad to be out off the Academy finally and eager to see her lover, that she just hadn't thought about it or cared.

"Yea, and for the record" Hilda throws in while Lilith is busy making Zelda feel better about the situation. "I wasn't buying it" She sees her sister turn her head into Lilith's shoulder and, for a moment, she thinks she's crying, but then she notices the small smile on the woman's lips and is astonished how the brunette's simple presence is enough to calm Zelda down. "So, which one of you is going to talk?"

Lilith opens her mouth, trying to put it as delicately and truthfully as possible, but it's actually Zelda, who turns her head to look at her sister, that speaks. "What does it look like?" For some reason, she doesn't mind cuddling close to Lilith and being affectionate in front of Hilda, but she can't bring herself to actually say the words the blonde wants to hear.

And she doesn't have to, because even blind, Hilda would not have been able to miss the scene in front of her. She takes a moment to put together what she wants to say, but when she finally makes an effort to speak, Lilith holds up one hand in the air to stop her.

"Since she know about us now, can I please finally get that kiss you've been teasing me with for a week now?! Before any further explanations?" She addresses Zelda with a sort of almost whine to her tone that make Hilda's eyes widen in shock. She'd never picked the mother of all demons to be type.

"I don't know if you've earned..." Zelda starts teasing her, but Lilith is quick to cut her off with her lips. She might not be above begging when it came to Zelda and their relationship, but she's also just as quick in taking what she wants. And she does think she's earned this kiss twice over.

The last time they'd seen each other had been a week ago, at the dinner Sabrina had requested Mary Wardwell to attend. Sitting in that same parlor, sharing the couch appropriately enough not to raise suspicions, but close enough to feel the other's warmth and power, Hilda across from the in the armchair, while Sabrina and Ambrose had promised to bring out desert. Zelda had leaned over as Hilda was talking with their nephew through the open doorway and had whispered how much she would like to kiss her now into Lilith's ear. The brunette had answered with a raised eyebrow, a challenge, and Zelda had promised to make the wait worth her while if she'd behave herself. And really, it might have been a first, but Lilith had been nothing but good the last five days, in anticipation of exactly this moment.

Even though they keep the kiss short and sweet for the time being – and the audience present – neither of them can deny that it had sparked that fire they had been more or less successfully suppressing for the last week. It's Zelda, who leans back in, parting her girlfriend's lips softly and slipping her tongue into her mouth, rediscovering how good it felt to kiss the demoness. The two women are brought back to reality rather soon unfortunately, by a loud, fake, cough coming from where Zelda remembers her sister is still standing.

"Don't you have to go to work?" It's not as harsh as she had feared it to be when she'd opened her mouth and she's glad for that. Yes, she's the queen of snapping at her sister and putting her down when she feels Hilda needs a reminder of how stupid her current idea is being, but right now, fighting with her sister would so ruin the day she had planned for Lilith and herself.

"Yes, but..." Hilda stops, rolls her eyes at the sight in front of her. Instead of engaging in the conversation she's trying to have, Zelda and Lilith are already preoccupied with exploring each other's mouths (and bodies, thankfully still dressed) again. "And to think you've been embarrassed not five minutes ago" She mumbles more to herself than anyone. Then she addresses them directly one last time before setting out to leave. "You two do know, we are going to have a conversation about this later on, yes?!"

Lilith is trailing kisses down Zelda's throat, reaching up to blindly search for the zipper on the red-head's dress. Pressing her lips against the delicious skin, she manages to speak out just loud enough for Hilda to hear her across the room. "I don't technically mind the audience, but I'm pretty sure you don't want to be staying" Zelda lets out a soft moan at the insinuation of what is to come. Hilda leaves the parlor with a heavy eye roll.

In the front hall, she stops, one thing suddenly coming to mind again and she calls out into the house. "Did you make her an extra key for the kitchen door?"

"Work!" Is all the answer she gets, from both women simultaneously and, with another shake of the head and a small laugh, she leaves her sister and her girlfriend alone.